Posted at 4:31 PM Aug 31, 2009
By Andrea Grimes
I almost can't process everything that's wrong with The Fucking Sartorialist taking This Fucking Picture of a homeless man.
"Usually people in this man's position have given up hope. Maybe this gentleman has too, I don't know, but he hasn't given up his sense of self or his sense of expressing something about himself to the world. In my quick shot I had noticed his pale blue boots, what I hadn't noticed at first were the matching blue socks, blue trimmed gloves, and blue framed glasses. This shot isn't about fashion - but about someone who, while down on his luck, hasn't lost his need to communicate and express himself through style."
An approximate translation to English:
"I figure people in this guy's position have given up hope. I don't really know, because I'm a fucking fashion photographer and I don't talk to homeless people, I mean, really, they're less romantic if you actually listen to them--that is, if you can understand what the crazy fucks say most of the time, right?! Did I mention I saw this guy while I was being interviewed by British Vogue? I KNOW! I love the way he matched his blues. Hobo chic! I mean, I guess he meant to match his blues, because, like I said, I didn't bother to talk to the guy. I mean, he may look great, but I bet he smelled worse than CK1, you know what I mean? Actually, he might not even have been homeless--like I said, I didn't talk to the dude--but who wants to risk it, really? Besides, he probably doesn't really know all that much about how fashionable it is to mix patterns, anyway. But really, this shot isn't about fashion--it's about me being a patronizing, upper class dickmouth. See how I matched my faux liberal guilt with these loafers? Oh man, I hope we come across another skinny white girl in a funny hat soon! I definitely don't have enough pictures of those on my blog."Don't read the comments if you have access to a weapon of any kind.